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Monday, June 6

Hi! This blog kind of petered away over the years and I never
really posted to say goodbye. I’m not blogging anymore, partly because I have a
busy life and partly because I feel really uncomfortable with what happened to
fatshion in the last 4-5 years. I wanted to leave a final post to say goodbye
(and thank you), and also process these thoughts.

I liked this blog a lot when I posted here, I met friends
that I still care deeply for and it was probably the first place that anyone
told me that what I had to say was important and valuable. The support I got
here helped me to feel confident enough to start writing zines, making music
and producing countercultural *stuff* that makes me feel alive and full of
energy and excitement. The words and pictures I put here were the first I’d
expressed publicly in a long time, and that was a significant thing for me
given where I come from and particularly how hard it is to write as a working
class woman.

I started this blog because I read other blogs and I was
annoyed at how much fatshion was centred around purchasing capacity and buy-in
culture. I was on the dole and I had *nothing*, and I came from a working class
background. I still liked clothes and I thought other people like me existed,
so I started a blog. I still like clothes but I’m not as poor most of the time
now.

I participated in fatshion communities for years before I
started posting here. The livejournal Fatshionista community was the first fat
positive culture I found. One of the things I liked about that space was the
visibility of queer femmes, working class women and women of colour, which
(with a few notable exceptions, you know who you are) are not the bloggers that
have been picked up out of these spaces (I wonder why). I liked the bad outfits
too, the rainbow socks and tutus and the age inappropriate clothing that got
chewed out on Unfatshionista (the secret snark community). I liked seeing
everyone, shoddy mirror pics and all, gleefully existing, wearing stuff and not
giving a shit.

Signatures of success for bloggers have become the ability
to assimilate within brand culture - having clothing lines, working for them, being
sponsored by them, and acting as ambassadors for them. I can count on one hand
the amount of bloggers I’ve seen show signs of having any sense of radical
politics now. Brands adopt “body positivity” to sell stuff (sometimes even
stuff to change your body). People have stopped reading blogs because they’re
full of the same rhetoric as the brands we sat criticising on livejournal all
those years ago.

Fatshion culture now still exists around a dichotomy of good
vs bad fashion that makes me feel uncomfortable. There’s a lot of talking about
breaking fashion rules, and maybe people are breaking the most obvious rules,
but you’re still posting with your hands on your hips and your legs pressed
together and in poses that hide your fattest parts. When I followed bloggers on
twitter I regularly saw bitching about outfits that weren’t “good enough” – as if
people who weren’t professionally photographed in flawless make up and on trend
everything didn’t have the right to claim access to this space. Other people are regularly accused of being "too radical" or too hard on brands. This good/bad
dichotomy and apolitical attitude about clothes is exactly why I needed to access fatshion spaces in the *first
place*, and I resent it existing in them now.

When I posted here, people bitched about me on forums
because I’m not pretty or conventionally attractive for a fat woman. Sometimes
people zoomed in on my face and commented on the fact that I didn’t have
perfect make up, or that I showed signs of sweating (oh my god). I was expected
to be pristine in a way that I’m not, most days, and that’s okay. It’s okay to
post pictures of yourself on a public platform without being “perfect”. It’s
okay to celebrate your fashion choices when people call you ugly constantly. It’s
okay to wear a bad outfit.

So basically hi, I’m still here, existing, wearing ridiculous
stuff that I shouldn’t. Thank you for being here and supporting me, when I
posted here all the time. I am archiving this blog (and encourage anyone to do
this same) on the British Library’s Web Archive.

Tuesday, August 12

Hiya folks, long time no see! Just a quick post to let you know that I'm going to be hosting a fat positive clothes swap on 7th September in London. There'll be clothes and zines and cake and lots of opportunities to meet other rad fat people. The one in February was fantastic so would love to see more of my readers at this one.

RSVP via facebook here and you can make donations in advance here (if you can do this, please do as we're paying to hire a venue this time!). If you have any questions feel free to get in touch.

Sunday, June 29

More broken leg fashions hurray. The trousers are on mega sale at Simply Be here and come mega recommended, they're super comfortable, slim, stretchy and high waisted. The top is a body/leotard and also new from Forever 21 here - it's *so* excellent I'm wearing it with most things.

Leotard, Forever 21+ £8.75

Trousers, Simply Be, £8.50

Shoes, Sun Jellies via eBay, £12.99

Braces, borrowed

P.S obnoxious colour combinations are kinda fun, aren't they? I also like the femme butchness I have going on here.

Thursday, June 26

So my latest accessory is a robot boot and some crutches.... which I gained after breaking my ankle in May. *Thankfully* I'm almost mended up now. I wore this to go for a little walk in my local park today. It's pretty simple, but also my summer uniform and what makes me feel the best. The shorts are on their way out so I'd welcome recommendations for other high waisted fat sized shorts?

Wednesday, June 11

Today on twitter I said something about fat
(about how I hate the fact that getting fat is seen as worse than
ANYTHING even really awful stuff). I was thinking about this because I
was remembering how someone on the same ward as me in hospital (when I
was having/recovering from ankle surgery recently) seemed to be more
scared of getting fat than the implications of her (really bad) knee
injury.

I got trolled, and I replied
and got drawn into something which I shouldn't have really, but I get
fed up of not responding and thus being silent/feeling oppressed.

The person made a bunch of assumptions which were:
- Fat people are unhealthy
- Fat people don't eat well or exercise at all
- Fat people eat McDonalds
- Parents who let their kids get fat are bad parents
- Parents who feed their kids McDonalds are bad parents
- Skinny parents with fat children are even worse

I
called them out and every time they would state another assumption
whilst saying they weren't talking about me personally, but fat people
as a whole. I told them what they were saying was wrong, classist, fat
shaming and health shaming (tip of the iceberg), and to be honest I think I'd
rather they had criticised *me* personally rather than making massive
generalisations about all fat people, as if that was somewhat better.

I am fed up of fat
meaning EVERYTHING else - it took 8 minutes for someone to bring up
McDonalds in reference to a tweet about nothing related. Just now I
logged in again and found that someone else has tweeted me offering
exercise "advice" and telling me that it is possible to eat well for
less. A few dieting accounts have followed me too. It's impossible to talk about fat without it being conflated with health, or morbidity, or gluttony, or a million other things.

I
can deal with this and I'm not upset personally - I'm used to dealing
with this every day, but I thought this would be a good time to talk about it. Most people would've brought up HAES, but I didn't,
because I'm a fat adult who was a fat kid raised by fat(sometimes)
parents who fed me McDonalds - and I'm okay and don't resent this at
all. I live a sedentary life and I'm not healthy. I don't care! So are a
lot of thin people! I also don't think anyone has an obligation to be
healthy. I think there are more complicating factors around being
healthy i.e. time, money and resources that are needed to exercise and
that not all people have access to. Hey, if you can eat healthily and exercise on a budget, I'm happy for you, honest, but this doesn't mean everyone can or even should be obliged to.

I
also think that using health as a get out clause ignores the wider
problem of fat shaming, that it's not fair to only defend those who are
fit, healthy, otherwise socially acceptable fat people. Making excuses that justify our right to be fat is adhering to a social agenda that insists that being fat is inherently inferior. Here's another example: on that telly programme a lot of you saw me on, I was repeatedly asked about what I ate that day, how much I exercised, what I ordered when I ate out. I refused to give "good" answers (or "bad" answers), but the necessity for me to tell them this was there. I'm sure none of the other participants faced that sort of questioning.

I don't care if
you're fat because it's genetic, because you're lazy or unhealthy, if you can't exercise or afford to eat well, I don't care if you're slightly fat, or if you're super fat, if we can't support each other in different lifestyles, then fat acceptance isn't acceptance at all. So you won't catch me talking about health when I talk about the right to be fat, to live fat and to exist without being shamed.

Thursday, March 13

Oh look I'm outside, now I'm a proper blogger go me! I picked up a bunch of cool stuff from the fat swap a few weeks back, the jacket, jumper and shoes in this picture (recognise those? I wore them to death last summer so was mega happy to get another pair). This simple styling is becoming a basic go-to outfit for me now that spring is approaching.